There is nothing here now but the flowers of life!... Look!... They are coming down, they are streaming down upon us!... They are bursting on the branches, they bend the trees, they entangle our steps, they press against one another, they crush one another, they open out wide, one within the other, they blind the leaves, they dazzle the grass; I know none of them and the spring is drunk; I have never seen flowers so disordered, so resplendent!...
Joyzelle.
Where are we?...
Lancéor.
We are in the garden which you would not open to my love....
Joyzelle.
What have we done?
Lancéor.
I have given the kiss that is given but once; and you have spoken the word that is never respoken....